Falling upward, Jill and I stare blankly into the car’s interior panel…

Our brains are left dry, with nothing. So they go to sleep.

Time would revert to a dimensionless value at the fold, and cease to exist until the twisty shape re-opened…

A tectonic shift between two or more spatial “plates”, along a sub-visual fault, within some higher dimension.

At dawn on March 24, 1950, the offices of the Central Council of Physical Recreation at Burnwood House were presented with a series of curious packages: 72 banded, wooden crates, laden with some 45 tons of radioactive snow…

One needs two eyes to see in three dimensions. Likewise, one needs two minds to read in stereo.

True four-dimensional photography either is, was, or will be actualized.

You are on Abnormala.

No, this isn’t crazy. It’s my life, all the time. Everywhere I go.